" I owe nothing to anyone, I swear it! Who hired you? I can pay, just tell me who hired—”
“God hired me!” Rachel’s rebuke was like the crack of a toxic whip. Like poisoned thunder. “Humanity owes my kind a debt of flesh for every drop of blood we shed for you. For every one of us that died to save you. "

― S.G. Night , Attrition: the First Act of Penance (Three Acts of Penance, #1)